Julie Poole’s life unraveled long before any talk of prophecy. Raised in an environment where safety was a stranger, she learned early that pain could be both physical and invisible. By her twenties, despair had hollowed her out so completely that death felt like relief, not tragedy. Yet the moment she tried to end it, she claims, was the moment everything truly began. On the other side of that attempt, she awoke in a realm she insists was more vivid than breath and bone, where every color carried meaning and every sound felt like understanding.

There, she says, angels unfolded a timeline: humanity shaking off centuries of fear, institutions built on secrecy collapsing, and ordinary people discovering their own quiet power. Returning to a broken world, she chose to live as if that vision were a promise, not a hallucination. Whether you believe her or not, her story presses a quiet challenge: if a Golden Age depends on us, what are we building with our days right now?